Neu! Post-Truth Poetics DAY THIRTY-NINE – W.N.Herbert

It’s the End of the World as We Growed It (and Trump Feels Fine)

Bad shite all starts with a ‘landslide’,snakes on planes and climate change –Doctor Strangelove’s not afraid.

Eye of a humming drone,listen to your morals groan.Atlas shrugs his own shrug,Muggins, be your own mug.Feeding off a faux tweet,lunk, no mensch. Thebladder starts to flutterat a fear/flight clown fight.Liar in a fire,demonising seven statesIt’s a government for hirewith a groundhog’s face.Alt-right of reasonpouring in a slurryMadame Curie’s furies loosedat Biff’s dumb Beck.

It’s the end of the world as we growed itIt’s the end of the world watch him blow it(for sixty million suckers)It’s the end of the world as we growed itwe’ve had our time(it’s time we had his billion bucks)just pay the fine.

It’s the end of the world watch him blow it(It’s time we had six billion bucks)It’s the end of the world as we growed it(It’s time we gave a single fuck)It’s the end of the world watch him blow it(It’s time we had his billion bucks)and Trump feels fine.

It’s the end of the world watch him blow it(It’s time we had six billion bucks)It’s the end of the world as we growed it(It’s time we gave a single fuck)It’s the end of the world watch him blow it(It’s time we had his billion bucks)we’ve had our time.

It’s the end of the world watch him blow itIt’s the end of the world as we growed itIt’s the end of the world watch him blow it(It’s time we had six billion bucks)just pay the fine.

It’s the end of the world watch him blow it(It’s time we had his billion bucks)It’s the end of the world as we growed it(It’s time we gave a billion fucks)It’s the end of the world watch him blow it(It’s time we had his billion bucks)we’ve had our time.
It’s the end of the world watch him blow it(It’s time we gave a billion fucks)It’s the end of the world as we growed it(It’s time we gave a billion fucks)It’s the end of the world watch him blow it(It’s time we gave a billion fucks)and Trump feels fine…

New Boots – the Anthology!

A selection of 100 poems from the project is now available in book form from Smokestack (price £8.99) - go here to order.

"Why the devil I throw my money away for that which the blockheads wish?" (G.F. Handel)

Welcome poets, polemicists and the disbelieving masses

The 2015 General Election made manifest the great sea-change that had been occurring in UK politics over the last fifteen to twenty years. Previous certainties, like Labour’s Scottish hegemony, are no more. Older patterns, like Conservative dominance of England, reasserted themselves.

The idea of the UK as a single country has been replaced by a plurality of identities, some long known to the other countries and regions, others formulating themselves as time passes. For that reason, we thought it might be an interesting experiment to chart the responses of those unacknowledged legislators, the poets, over the first 100 days of the new dispensation.

We ended up publishing a poem a day for 138 days, each one responding to some aspect of the new unrealpolitik. We then set to editing a book of 100 poems in order to, as we thought then, conclude the project.

However, the results of the EU Referendum showed that the slow slew in British political identity toward disillusionment and division had reached a breaking point that made even more evident the contrasts already indicated by the Scottish referendum and the General Election. We felt we had to begin again...

Stay with us, and see what the hell happens next. Oh fuck, it's Trump.

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